Cormega, Inspectah Deck - Born Survivor lyrics

Our most induring responsibility
To future generations

They say God don't like ugly
Blessings are upon us bush hated niggas
Now the President's a brotha
Whether you in the gutter
Or your residence enormous
That shit don't matter when
Death around the corner
Before your book of life ends
Recognize the author
All praise due, things you do bring karma
Your seeds shouldn't eat cuz you
Beefing with baby mama
Will be the one you need
When police raid the corners
Ain't nothing but niggas fronting
Shitty drugs and drama
Girls who want Prada, women who want powder
Children are more violent
From living with less guidance
And don't learn respect til they
Bidding with old timers
You walk the same path now they road is wiser
A quiet man's a giant when
His code is silence
Speak volume, loud dudes ain't always liver
My city never sleep, I'm a born survivor

No matter how much money we
Invest in our community
How many ten point plans, we propose
How many government programs we want
None of it will make a difference
Atleast not in our predicament
We also at the same time
Don't cease more responsibility in
Our own life

I slang base and that powder too
Team was the wildest crew
I seen what a dollar do
Broke nights fiend for a pot of food
Lean on the block rude
Cream got 'em popping tools
And they don't stop to get it, get it
Four shots'll wet your fitted
Four cops'll get acquitted
I roll dolo, I don't ask for love
Niggas be acting up
Afterwords catching slugs
Every hood got heaters
Many generals defeated
Heavy metal pop frequent
The world crazy foul
How we suppose raise a child
Face a trial, bail over eighty thou'
In the street life, you game, player?
Haze make the pain clear
Eight days the same stare
So mama say a prayer, cuz I'm out there
I'mma keep talking til they here

Providing guidance to our children
Turning off the TV sets
Putting away the video games
Helping our children with their homework
Teaching our daughters to never allow
Images on television to tell
What they're worth
Teaching our sons to treat women with respect
That what makes them a man is not the ability
To have a child but to raise one

I thought the block was all there was to life
Surfing on the drug sites
Meeting up at nights
And I got tired of roaming hall
Got wise to protocol
And I got mines with no regard
So all I know, is all I show
So all I see, before I go
That all I am is the truth with this land
And this roof over head
And this root to the futute fruit's
Worth more than your Gucci boots
I ain't trashing fashion
I like to do me too
Still I'm guick to pop it off
With the model broad or with the Molotov
Light rocks at your tank, might make me
Take the safety off and pop it in your bank
Like you see me, I'm major
I told this story to a class of 9th graders
They saying 'Fuck school
We some fly gangstas'
I gave 'em something that can
Change their life later

That's a message we need to send